stealing BustedPlumbing’s band wagon…

Kate from Busted Plumbing is doing this great “Ask Me Anything” post right now, and I love it!  So, I decided to completely steal her idea and do one as well!  It seems like it’ll be fun, and a good way for people to get to know me better 🙂

Click on over to my page to ask questions and see my answers!  Any really good ones, I just may post here, too!  If you follow me on Twitter or are a friend on Facebook, I’m linked in that way as well.  I think this is going to be a good way for me to figure myself out as well and see where I go from here…

Me during my camp counselor days...


halloween and puppies…

My appointment with the gynecologist about Metformin is tomorrow.  I can’t wait.  I’m hoping that it goes well.  Since I’m in a waiting time though, I really have nothing to report…so I thought I’d share some Halloween pictures!

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The hubby and I in our Halloween costumes.  100 points to anyone who can guess who we are!

(If you don’t know, the DH is Captain Hammer for Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-Long Blog and I’m Helena Ravenclaw.  I’m a huge Harry Potter nerd, and also a Joss Whedon nerd, so very happy hubby has followed along with that one!  I made the dress myself!

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I spent Halloween night at a friends house, and was gone most of the next day.  When I got home, I was exhausted so I laid down on the couch.  My dog Malcolm must have REALLY missed me because he came up and squished my face and gave me lots of puppy kisses (Mal is not a bit kissy dog, so it is a rare treat to get one from him)!  He laid on my like this with his head on my face for about 10 minutes.

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My other puppy, Inara, missed me too – she curled up right next to me on the couch.  If you look in the background you can see Malcolm staring at me, too!


Well…hopefully I’ll have something to report tomorrow afternoon.  Wish me luck!

you know you’ve been TTC too long when…

Everything you start to see makes you think of IF or TTC related things. This is a problem I’ve been having lately. Random, mundane things will all of a sudden look TTC related to me.

The first instance happened last week. I was doing a Focus Group study (basically a company pays you to come in and look at their adds and answer questions. Usually get about $100 for 2 hours. Not bad…) for a company that makes lotions and body washes. Their new add campaign is featuring hand drawn blueberries across the screen during the commercial. At one point they showed an image of a blueberry being used as a clock (to highlight that you will have 24 hours of moisturizing). In some of their other adds the blueberries were used to mark the hours on the clock. On this one, the whole blueberry was the clock. Now this is pretty harmless to a regular person…to me, all I could see was a fertilized egg:

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Am I wrong here?  Now, these are not the images they used for their clock…just random clip art I found…trust me, theirs DID look a lot like a fertilized egg.  So, I made a comment about it.  We’re encoraged to say what we think of the adds, so I did.  I was immediatly embarrased.  Of COURSE I was the only woman in the group who would see THAT in the add!  Oi!

Exhibit 2: WordPress Stats.

I opened up my wordpress dashboard to check if I had any new comments or anything.  If you have wordpress, you know on your dashboard you will see a graph that charts the stats of your blog: how many people have viewed it on a particular day.  Completly inocent – unless you’re TTC!!


Anyone else see it?  To me this is not a stats chart of all you lovilies who check my blog: it’s a basil body tempature chart.  Yup, the good ‘ole BBT.  This is especially true for me, as I can’t really chart my BBT because it always looks like this: up and down every day, no matter what.

Maybe I’m going crazy.  Maybe I’ve been at this too long, but one thing is for certain: nothing in this world is the same once you’ve joined the IF ranks!

ms. crabbypants…

Oi!  I have been so freakin’ crabby lately!  I don’t know what’s going on.  I think it’s because I’m not getting much sleep at night.  I got to work today in a very foul mood.  Had to call the husband and tell him to calm me down before I threw a stapler at someones head.  There is nothing in particular that is making me crabby.  I just wake up and BAM – angry at the world!  Maybe it’s because now I’m commuting a 1/2 hour to work each way?  Does the traffic on Lake Shore Drive make me crabby?  I think it doesn’t help, but I’m definitely in a mood before I even leave the house in the morning, so I guess I can’t blame it all on traffic.  Any tips on how to calm down would be greatly appreciated.  I don’t really know how to deal with this, as I’ve never really been prone to bouts of crabbiness.

In other news, when Justin and I are someday able to have children, they are going to be the cutest damn children ever!  Look at these baby pics of my hubby:


I mean, can you even handle the cuteness??  He’s just as adorable now, but looking at these pictures, I can’t wait to have a little version of Justin – I just can’t!

You never know when there will be a fire…

The above is a quote from my husband.  I’ll tell you the story in a bit…

First – the second IUI was today.  We got in MUCH quicker this morning initially, but there was still the hour wait after the specimen deposit which was more like  an hour and 15 minutes, but oh well.  Everything else went fine.  Husbands count was down, which we were expecting, but still good. 51 million with 94% motility.

So the quote: we go back to the room for the procedure and the nurse gives the classic “remove clothes from the waist down, I’ll be right back.”  I have to use the facilities first, so I leave Justin in the room.  When I come back in he says, “It’s a good thing I didn’t have my pants off when you opened the door!”  I say to him, “Those instructions were for me, not you silly.”  He jokes back, “Oh, right.  Well, I already had my pants off anyway.”  I look at him quizzically then remember that, yes, he would have had his pants off for the specimen deposit.  He then says, “I had my shirt off too.”  I ask why he would need to have that off.  He says, “Well, I didn’t want to get anything on it.”  Right.  Of course.  Then he says, “But I left my shoes on.”  I laugh.  I laugh some more.  I ask why he didn’t take those off too, “Well, you never know when there will be a fire…”



I laughed, a lot.  Just the image of him in the room, making a deposit in nothing but shoes and socks and then having to suddenly run for it because of a fire.  HAHAHAHAHA!  I said to him, “Personally, if there was a fire I’d rather be wearing a shirt than shoes.”  His response?  “Yeah, but there could be nails.”  I love him dearly.  It’s right about this point as we’re both laughing our heads off and the happy laughter tears are starting to spill down my face that the nurse comes in for the IUI.  I wonder what she was thinking about us!

Of course, she was a talker.  I don’t know about you all, but I’d rather not talk about the weather and my weekend plans as some lady is sticking a speculum and catheter up in my nether regions.  It’s just a bit awkward…plus I’m fighting not to yell out in pain, not really up for the talking.  Luckily husband takes over at that point for me.  Just as she begins the procedure, Justin leans over and whispers in my ear, “Just remember…there could be a fire at any time…”

Love him. 🙂


An infertility success?

King George I?

King George I?

So I’m crusing on WebMD (like I do when I want to know what is going to happen in the future right now.  To date, no answers predicting my IF future have been found on WebMD) and I find an article called “When Plan A Fails” about infertility.  I decided to read it and came across this interesting tidbit:

“Medical historian Robert Marion, M.D., believes that George Washington’s fertility problems changed the course of American history. In an article that appeared in Newsday in 1994, Marion argued that Washington turned down the chance to become ‘King’ of the United States because of his lack of heirs to inherit the throne.”

I guess we of the infertile crowd can be proud of this one great success: We are a democracy rather than a monarchy!  Huzzah to us?  Huzzah to us!